Bardo Pond - Bardo Pondo

It’s hard to fathom how Bardo Pond have made their life-in-a-lava-lamp jams for the best part of 20 years with – we’re assuming – their marbles still intact, but here they are, bubbling away with no sign of letting the quality dip. Things are arguably a touch clearer this time round, but that could just be the fact that we’ve been drip-fed their dense, tie-dyed weirdness for so long; the woozy stumbles, occasional leaden crunches and mumblefuck vocals managing to occupy a state that’s confusingly familiar as it oozes into that mysterious part of your brain which governs colour, shape and sound.